Tomorrow was the day of the parent interviews, so we decided to spend a day with our babies, since our schedules had been so hectic lately, and we didn't want them to begin thinking that Cia was their mom. Currently we were feeding them their first meal of the day, and then we had plans to go to the townhouse so they could have some quality time with all their aunts and uncles. Then we would have them to ourselves in the afternoon. I dressed Astria in a cute little dress that Elain had gotten her. Astria has a bit more hair covering her head now, and her eyes were quite pretty and unique. Cayden's blue-black hair had grown out well, and his violet eyes had deepened slightly. We dressed Cayden in a onesie that looked like a little suit and tie. We winnowed to the townhouse, and opened the door.
"Hello!" Rhys called. Amren, Azriel, and Elain emerged from the dining room. Amren broke out into a grin upon seeing her niece and nephew, and Elain cooed and took Astria from me.
"Oh, you look adorable. You know who got you that dress? Aunt Elain. Yes, your aunt Elain," Elain said, cooing at her, and rubbing their noses together. It was very cute. Azriel went behind Elain, wrapping his arms around both Elain and Tria, also talking to her, while Tria looked up and giggled. Amren took Cayden from Rhys.
"You're a little business man, huh?" She asked, grinning at him. He also started giggling.
"Where are the others?" I asked.
"Lucien and Mor are training Raelia and Karshia, and Cassian and Nesta are...upstairs," Amren said. I nodded, chuckling. I went downstairs to the training room. I walked in on Mor teaching them all a specific move, one even Lucien didn't know. Lucien mastered it easily, and Karshia and Raelia made excellent attempts, great for a first try. I started clapping, which startled them all.
"Feyre!" All of them said.
"When did you get here?" Mor asked, looking at her watch.
"Just now. We came with the kids so they could spend some time with you," I replied.
"Oh, well I was just about to wrap up training, so we'll go upstairs to shower," Mor said. I nodded.
"But first! Show me everything you learned!" I exclaimed. Lucien and Mor stepped out of the ring, and both of them called out different moves and positions, which Karshia and Raelia showed with confidence. I applauded again.
"Very nice!" I said. They nodded thankfully, then exhaustedly passed me to go shower upstairs. I laughed.
"I remember when I first started training here. I was so exhausted that I couldn't do anything for the rest of the day," I said. Mor and Lucien laughed. I wrinkled my nose. "Go shower. You stink." Lucien chuckled.
"Thanks Feyre," Lucien said, faking being offended. Mor chuckled and followed him out the door and upstairs. I returned to the sitting room, where I now found Nesta and Cassian with them. Cayden was with Cassian, who was tossing him into the air. Cayden grabbed Cassian's fingers, one in each hand and squeezed. Cassian whistled appreciatively.
"Got some strength. You'll be a great warrior. But right now you are a tiny cute little boy, who wants to play with his uncle hm?" Cassian said. I giggled and Cayden smiled and starting cooing at himself. Cassian continued talking to him. Astria was with Nesta, who was also complimenting her dress, and talking to her about Elain and I, stories from our childhood. The good parts of our childhood anyway. We fed them again when they started crying, and then put them down for their nap and ate our own lunch. The four who had been training came down, and they ate lunch, Raelia and Karshia looking super exhausted. Karshia actually fell asleep after finishing her food, and Mor picked her up and brought her to their room. Raelia said bye to us, not falling asleep, but stumbling up the stairs, eventually needing Lucien to guide her since her eyes could barely stay open. We finally head home after an hour of chatting. The kids were well rested, and ready to play with their parents.
We took refuge in the playroom, bringing out various toys and reading a few books to them. Then we put on music, and were dancing with them, which they quite enjoyed, giggling and trying to shove their fists in their mouths. One time, Rhys took Astria and held her over his head and spun around, and suddenly, tiny, baby-sized wings grew from her back. Our mouths dropped open. We had thought that since they were 2 months old and still hadn't sprouted wings, we didn't think they were going to sprout wings at all. Rhys put her down, and as soon as they had come, they vanished. Then, she got on her hands and knees, and tried to crawl, but she kept falling over. Suddenly, her wings sprouted again, and she tried crawling using her wings to balance herself. She actually made it from her crib, to Rhys on the other side of the room. She looked up and giggled, obviously feeling proud of herself. Then her wings vanished again. Human babies don't learn to crawl this fast, but I guess since they're Fae, they develop faster.
"Wow," I said, totally shocked. "That was so cool!" Rhys nodded, picking Tria up.
"Good job, Tria! You can crawl! Maybe one day, Uncle Azriel will teach you how to fly," Rhys said to her, kissing her nose. "So she has your shape-shifting powers." I hummed in agreement. I looked at Cayden. He was playing with his feet, like 'what are these things and what do I use them for?' He looked up at me, and grinned. Suddenly, his hair grew longer, until it was about my length, and it changed color from blue-black to golden-brown. Rhys and I giggled. He looked like a mini version of me, but with ridiculously long hair.
"So you can shape shift too huh? Maybe one day your wings will sprout, but that's ok. So your sister can crawl, and you can change your features? That might be helpful," I said. Rhys laughed. We fed our children, before laying them down for their afternoon nap.
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The Best Present (An ACOTAR fanfiction)
RomanceA story of Rhys and Feyre's life with their court after ACOMAF. ~~ No smut. ~~ DISCLAIMER: I don't own any ACOMAF characters or rights. All belong to Sarah J. Maas. I only made up a few characters. All art belongs to their rightful creators who mad...